former lover, i cannot even recognize.

i am convinced leaving you was not the hardest thing i had to do.
no, the most difficult part is escaping your ghost
whose shadow haunts me in every dark unforseen corner.

his laughter is yours,
his smile is yours,
the wanting way about him, that's yours too.

and you, former lover,
i cannot even recognize.

disillusioned, perplexed, naive;
i am convinced i made up all of your best parts in my head.
perhaps you were but an illusion, a fixation long imparted,
now deeply entangled in the web of my subconscious.